in my scarecrow dreams

[terminatefate]

Who: Sarah Connor and __________
Where: Everywhere, pretty much.
When: Day In the Life
Warnings: (if necessary) Connor mouth.

[Music: Coldplay - Charlie Brown]

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Morning

[with_my_teacup]

Riddick didn't quite keep a nocturnal schedule-- but the few hours of sleep he needed to keep himself going did happen during the day, and he was most active at night. It wasn't like the barge got any darker during the night hours. Wasn't like there wasn't light, everywhere, all the time. But night meant less populated halls, fewer people.

He was finishing up his workout when Sarah came into the gym, her morning his not-quite-evening. He flicked a glance up to check for mistletoe, because as good as it had been? He wasn't in the market for a repeat.

Re: Morning

[terminatefate]

"No obnoxious weeds," she said dryly, already working on taping her knuckles. And no repeats of kissing the hell out of him--she was fine with that. Her nod was slight but there.

Morning

[with_my_teacup]

"That's pretty fucked up. I've been in some impressive slams, but..." he shook his head. "The mind control drugs. Little over the top there."

Shake it off. He hadn't done anything he couldn't bounce back from.

"You want to spar with something that hits back a few minutes?"

Re: Morning

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"Sounds like a good idea to me," she said with a nod. "This place is pretty fucked up in general. I'd say 'more than anywhere' but that's not near to the truth. Though, the last place? No weird supernatural shit."

morning 2: attack of the clones

[darknessb4me]

Arthas' preferred method to dealing with floods was to pretend they didn't happen, so he was in the gym as normal for their fencing.

"Well, you're early."

It probably wasn't alright to ask about her throat.

"How's your throat?"

Oops.

Re: morning 2: attack of the clones

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Sarah was more relieved to see him than she would ever consciously acknowledge and offered him a quiet morning. She considered the question, which was legit, and regarded him for a long moment. Her fingers brushed her neck absently.

"Still a little raw," she finally said, meeting his eyes evenly. "Thanks," Sarah added. It was weighted not exactly for the question, but rather for the act itself. And oddly, Sarah, when she did dream about dying, Arthas and the knife were never malicious. Just the vampire. Never Arthas.

morning 2: attack of the clones

[darknessb4me]

"Your voice sounds good, though."

It wasn't the best way to judge Death Toll, but it was alright. He unclasped his cape and hung it on a bit of exercise equipment before going to the rack to pick up his usual foil.

Re: morning 2: attack of the clones

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"It's much better," she said, already heading to grab her usual foil. And it was better, much less sandpapery, though sometimes it was difficult to swallow-she wasn't sure why since there wasn't really a scar. At least she hadn't incpected her thoat enough to see one. Sarah played around with the foil for a moment, quietly contented with the familiarity of it and the ease at sliding back into forms that had become habit, instinctual and quick. They were comforting things, normal things.

Afternoon

[notarrowette]

Cissie wasn't really dressed for the cold either, but she had wandered up onto the deck anyway. She stood on the deck in her jeans and sweater, with her arms wrapped around her middle, and looked up at the sky overhead. The snow seemed to fall from the stars, and it was incredibly quiet and peaceful. She closed her eyes, letting the snow fall on her, and took a moment to relax.

She heard footsteps and opened her eyes, glancing in Sarah's direction. She offered a small smile. "Hello."

Re: Afternoon

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"Hey," Sarah said with a nod. "I'm still getting used to this snow thing." In space. On a magic floating spaceship. Whatever. She cocked her chin slightly surveying the snowy deck.

"I can see someone's been busy out here," she gestured to a few snowmen.

Evening

[can_has_vodka]

A tall, fat red rooster ran past Sarah as she made her way up the corridor, followed momentarily by an almost equally huge red hen. Both appeared to be wearing brightly colored cloth diapers and both were clucking excitedly.

Re: Evening

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"What the hell..." It was a goddamn chicken parade and Sarah about tripped over the lot of them. The only reason she didn't was because she'd snagged the goddamn corner and stopped her forward momentum.

She stared at the bird with an expression that mirrored her words.

Evening

[can_has_vodka]

There was a soft poof of displaced air down the hall behind Sarah. "Oh no, oh dear...oh there you are! Stupid chikkinz!"

Another poof, and Arkady stood in front of the chickens, who scattered in confusion. "Bad Bertie and Bertina!" She started scrambling around after them.

Re: Evening

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Chicekns were definitely on the spectrum of 'stupid' and Sarah arched an eyebrow as she watched the resulting chaos. It's not like you could command a chicken to stop...unless they were like...fucking magic chickens or something. Or you could speak to animals.

Fucking Barge made all those things remotely possible, and her brain didn't thank her.

"If I had a net, I'd offer it," she said dryly. It was obvious the chickens were meant to stay alive, what with the diapers, so...shooting them wasn't an option.

Afternoon

[surfaceshine]

Dean is not on the deck, but he's considering it. Kind of. He's loitering around the elevator, anyway, and he'll move out of her way when she does manage to make it up closer to there, because he's just decided to leave. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he smiles readily enough.

"Hey," he says, because the quickest way to learn a place is to learn its people. "Nothin' good on the hot line?" He knows it's lunch time, he's just not hungry.

Re: Afternoon

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"Hey," she said with a nod. "Depends on what you feel like eating...if you eat." Some didn't around here, right? The Barge did come in all sorts of flavors after all.

"Heading up?"

Afternoon

[surfaceshine]

Dean shook his head quickly without even thinking about it. "Nah - waiting on someone." No way was he going to admit he doesn't even want to think about going up to the deck. He'll get there someday, probably, but he's pretty sure that day is not today.

"I'm Dean."

Re: Afternoon

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"Sarah," she said. "You sure? There's snow up there, now. Stars, too. It's better after you realize your feet are gonna stay on the deck. I was so sure about that my first time up there."